This has been a tough week in the U.S. A tiring week. A frustrating week. I was reading an article in a magazine last weekend, and this poem was included. I thought I'd share it today, and maybe it would give us all a little bit of something to lift our souls.
16 April 2021
-- by Suzannah Evans
We are on the phone when I see them
the first of the year, little miracles
above the stained bricks and scratchy trees
of my neighbourhood. Not screeching yet
but wheeling, the light priming the edges
of their knifeblade wings. We might look
fragile to them, so reliant as we are
on our houses and our things, so tied
by gravity to one hemisphere. You saw yours
today too and you are not so far away
but a distance I'm not allowed to travel.
A blessing for those of us who notice things.
I'll see you soon you say. I'll see you soon.
Take care, everyone. Be kind when you can, and have a good weekend.